do not grieve at my death when i am gone.
tears may roll down or voice may choke with sorrow.
but not cry for me as i shall not be here.
my unmoved body will lay on the floor, covered in white clothes.
what candle will ignite to stir those limbs.
i will be then mixed with dust of the evening and mist of the morning.
i shall be then in the snow covered the hills of the Himalayas.
i shall be then in the morning dews.
i shall be then in the smile of flowers.
i shall be then in the colour of rainbow.
you may not find me in my tomb as i would be then a glistering star.
©subirmitra
S